Cycles Poem by Madrason .
Cycles
Rating: ★5.0
Only children and idiots
are not afraid to lie
in a fresh dug grave
are they mad or brave
or not yet notified
that someone had just died
as if an activity
should it cease to be
part of reality
going on in animation
in stead of in animosity
for all I know
this earth are we,
for all I know
this earth are we. M
Sunday, December 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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4/24/2024 10:35:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Poem on life and death is wonderfully expressed with wise view considering body as earthy. Part of reality plays here with illusion.10